partying it up spring break

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

A/N: I honestly have no idea what this is because I wrote in just now. I figured what the heck right haha (: also I had to rush because of my Lima bean attention span. I may or may not make this into another series (; I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤ 

 Warnings: Flirting. Online relationships. Age gaps. Teasing. 

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(Best Behaviour) Jeff Atkins X Reader

A/n:so this is my first ever fic on tumblr! I only ever write on Wattpad but I thought why not. Been meaning to post this for so long but it’s finally here! Enjoy 😉

Warnings: swearing


Spring break. Boy was you happy for it arrive. You and your best friend Jeff had made a pact to be on your best behaviour this semester, not skipping classes, slacking in tests and actually attempting the homework set in bio. You didn’t want to admit it, but you was a slacker, way too laid back in school for your own good, having friends like Zach to help you with bio and Sheri to help with history, you didn’t really put in effort. It wasn’t until Jeff found your test scores screwed up in the corner of your room he knew he needed to help. If it wasn’t for his annoyingly charming smile and bright eyes staring into your soul as he swore you to promise him you would “try a little harder” you would have said no. But this was Atkins, you couldn’t say no. So you did, you actually took notes in bio, listened in English, attended history and your grades did start to improve.

“I told you things would get better if you actually behaved in school” Jeff said handing you your B+ you got on your history essay, smirking at you .

“Ok ok so maybe Mr motivator over here had a point!” You said pushing him playfully. “My grades improved so now it’s time to celebrate. Still picking me up for the spring break party at Bryces?”

“Of course your majesty, I’ll be there at 8” he replied sending you his signature wink which for some reason always made you turn jelloid . You stood there for a second until you noticed jess and Justin staring at you with shit eating grins plastered on their face as they saw you looking a little too flustered by Jeffs exit. You just laughed it off jumping into the back of the car.

“You’re definitely coming back to mine to get ready if you wanna impress Atkins y/n” Jess smirked as she looked at you through the wing mirror. You began to blush as you did have a crush on Jeff Atkins, who coincidentally was your best friend, who was best friends with Justin like you was best friends with jess. It basically made things very tricky to handle when you had feelings for the guy.

“I’ll have to wear your clothes then Jess I haven’t brought anything with me” you said hoping you could borrow a hot dress for the party. Jess nodded in agreement which meant you was going to look perfect.This wasn’t just one of Bryces usual drink ups. This was something you knew was going to be epic. A party to remember. As Justin pulled up to Jessica’s house you jumped out just to be called back by him.

“Hey y/n nows your chance to get Atkins. He’s been waiting so long for a girl like you to come his way” Justin said in a slight whisper. You looked at him with suspicious eyes not knowing whether he was being genuine about Jeff or if jess had blurted out how you felt or if Justin was just fucking with you as per. His smirk soon snapped you back to reality that he was just playing, which made you turn on your heels flipping him off walking inside with Jess.

“He’s gonna be waiting for you l/n, you gotta look hot!” Justin shouted back before starting his engine

“Fuck you Foley fuck you.” You replied letting out a small chuckle before plonking your bags on the floor. Jess had already made her way upstairs to get ready calling you to come up and look for something to wear. If you was honest with yourself you wanted anything which would get the guys attention. You knew that once monty and Zach saw you looking good Jeff would be soon to follow suit. As you looked through Jess’s wardrobe you pulled out a little black lace dress. It was the one. You stripped quickly, pulling the dress with fit your figure perfectly. You let your hair down leaving it in its natural state. You was admiring yourself in the mirror when Jess walked in looking at you with a smirk.

“Well don’t you look hot” she chirped “Jeff is definitely gonna fall for you looking like that” she smirked raising her brows. You turned to her giving her a fake laugh with only made her smirk more at the fact she could see straight through your facade

“Come on I know you like him” she admitted

“I know you do. And maybe tonight might be the night everything happens, maybe not, so shall we just get ready and see” you replied with a bite.

“Ok” Jess sighed rolling her eyes at your delusion of the situation between you and Jeff “ you best text him that you’re coming with me to the party to surprise him how good you’ll look”

*

Jess finally made it to Bryce’s parking up outside where there were dozens of cars surrounding the house. You stepped out with Jess making your way to the front door when you felt all eyes on you as you walked in. The house was packed. The alcohol was flowing like crazy, people were dancing drinking partying making out everywhere and you was loving it. Jess grabbed your hand making your way to the kitchen to grab a drink when you saw Justin Zach Monty and Bryce all stud with beer. Jess ran into Justin’s arms, kissing his neck as she clearly had missed his touch. You saw the guys turn to you, there eyes all widening as they saw you.

“Well someone’s planning on getting laid tonight ” Zach joked pulling you in for a hug. Monty handed you a beer as you rested on the counter surrounded by everyone
“So…” monty dragged out “who you looking hot for y/n?Gotta have someone in mind” asked raising his brow

You shrugged your shoulders lying blatantly knocking back the beer. “I’m just planning on getting wasted” you smiled

“If you wanna get wasted with me, you know where to find me sweet cheeks” Bryce pipped up sending you a smirked which instantly made your eyes roll.

“In your dreams Bryce ” you laughed flipping him off going off with Jess to find Sheri.

As the night went on more people began to dance with their cups high in the air, swaying and dancing to whatever was blasting through the speakers. You hadn’t seen Jeff yet and you had a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach that he had bailed. You and Sheri was sat by the pool, drinks in hand listening to what was another of Jess and Justin’s fall outs when you began to day dream and wonder where the hell Jeff was. You couldn’t wait to see him, dance with him and take it back to his place where you could finally f-

“So what the fuck should I do y/n? You and Justin are close what would he want” Jess asked completely throwing you off guard. You squinted your eyes at her trying to figure out what she was talking about but you honestly had no clue. You wanted to open your mouth to say something but you was stopped thankfully by a pair of hands grabbing your shoulders, making you jump out of your skin. You turned around to see the one and only Jeff crouching next to you with a beaming smile. You gave him a tight hug silently thanking him for saving your ass.

“I’ve literally been looking for you everywhere man!” He chuckled, finally content that he’d found you “you look great by the way, really hot” he winked making your cheeks burn

“Oh Atkins you are a cute one” you responded trying to keep your cool

“So anyway you know because you’re such a great person I was wondering if you would play beer pong and be on my team” Jeff went of to say, making you frown a little “Justin said I should ask you as he said your really good”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the pathetic attempt of Justin getting you and Jeff together. You was shit at beer pong and you definitely didn’t want Jeff to see how bad.

“I would say yes but that would just result in Justin rubbing it in my face he’s better then me” you pouted “sorry Atkins”

“It’s ok babe, I’ll ask monty.” He winked “ I’ll come find you later” and with that he was off into back into the house,your eyes finally loosing him in the crowd.Both girls turned to you, mouths hung open.

“What the fuck was that about then huh?” Jess asked, eyes wife pushing your shoulder. “Thought you and Atkins were just ‘friends’”

“Didn’t look like it to me” Sheri sang making Jess laugh uncontrollably

“Oh my God come on guys it’s what we do we are always like this”
You shrugged like what happened wasn’t a big deal

“Bullshit!” Jess blurted making you frown

“She’s right!” Sheri added “we all can see you both want each other. He’s looking hot, you’re looking like a snack, you’re both destined for each other” she went on

“You find his ass now!” Jess demanded making you laugh but she was serious. She pulled a “why the fuck are you still here” face at you making you get up from the pool side.

“Fine I’m going to get a drink and I will find him” you huffed pulling a fake smile waving goodbye with your empty cup.

“Go get him” you heard the two of them shouted making you smile.

You made your way to the kitchen where you grabbed yourself your 4th vodka and tequila concoction as you began to sway along to the music sipping your drink. You didn’t dare to find Jeff yet. If you was going to make a move you would need a whole lot more drinks down you. You carried on drinking, taking shots to quicken the process. You was finally feeling a buzz so you took your drink and followed the beat of the music. As you got into the song, dancing with the crowd of school kids you felt to hands grip your hips instantly guiding you as your hips glided along with the music grinding next to an unknown waist. The grip soon tightened and you was span round to see the face of Jeff, sending you his contagious grin. His blue eyes hit you and you looked away biting your lip, trying not to show your drunken state was totally falling for his sweet charming looks.

“I gotta admit” Jeff began speaking in your ear as so you could hear him “you were looking extremely hot dancing over here alone I had to come join you”

Your cheeks burned from his words as jeffs compliment meant more then all the boys stares at the party.
“ you just look really really stunning tonight y/n, like wow” he began to slur as his body grew closer to yours, his ands roaming your back.

“Are you drunk Atkins” you looked at him trying not to laugh at how waved he really was

“I am not drunk” Jeff protested “ I’m just here wondering whether my little miss perfect here is finally ready to let her hair down and have a little fun.” His voice deeper and eyes full of lust “ I mean you’ve been on your best behaviour baby let’s have some fun.”
And with that, the mix of alcohol and stream of dopamine flowing through your body you smiled linking your hands round jeffs neck passionately connecting lips. The warm sensation from his lips made you want him more as your kisses became hungrier, kissing his soft lips over and over. Realisation then hit you that you finally was kissing the boy who had been your crush, your best friend, the guy you wanted to be with. You couldn’t help but smile through the kiss which suddenly made you giggle uncontrollably making your lips part.

“What’s so funny” Jeff asked, pressing his forehead to yours, dying for the taste of your lips again.

“It’s nothing” you said, smiling with embarrassment, but Jeff soon cupped your face, kissing you passionately again.

“Tell me what’s so funny” he said between kisses.

You looked him dead in the eye, chewing corner of your bottom lip as you were about to confess how you felt to Jeff.

“It’s just funny because I’ve wanted this for so long Jeff. Because” you paused as his smile slowly started to grow as though he knew what you was about to say “ fuck because I fucking like you Jeff” you finally admitted, literally face palming as Jeff’s eyes widened and he pulled his annoying cute grins. Fuck you had no idea whether he was feeling the same way or it was just him laughing that you confessed you liked him and looked like a damn idiot. He slowly took hold of your hand, pulling it away from your face, looking at you will his grin still plastered on his face.

“I’m glad you find it funny. Because I like you too” he said pulling your body closer together feeling his breath on your skin “how about we get out of here and see what the night brings us”

You smiled as Jeff bit his bottom lip as you both were on the same wave length with ditching the party for the rest of the night. You knew you both were about to have a lot more fun. You pecked his lips and took his hand ready to leave.

“Definitely.”

Who would’ve thought? - Shawn Mendes Imagine (requested smut)

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Red solo cups, cigarettes, everything was scattered across the front yard of the two-story house. But what are you supposed to expect at a stereotypical high school party?

The entrance was wide open and you could already see the mass of bodies dancing. I had no idea why I’d come, I love parties don’t get me wrong, just this is a little overwhelming. Spring break only called for endless parties, hooking up and getting drunk. But tonight, that was not what I was looking for.

I walk inside and try finding a space where I could just breathe, but the only place it seemed to be was upstairs. I didn’t really want to go, not wanting to see anything I didn’t want to see, but if I were going to find her, it’s the best place to be. So, I make my way through the sweaty bodies, weaving carefully, until I reached the bottom of the stairs. I quickly walk up, before setting my eyes on the one person I wanted to see tonight.

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I’ve had a Minecraft OC that I toy around with in private with a few friends. She’s from Texas (complete with yeehaw accent), and she was partying during Spring Break, got really drunk and woke up on the shores of Minecraft-land-world.

If I ever find the time I would love to do a little comic series about her.

Evan used a spell to blow the shops door open, and walked into the three broomsticks, watching the remaining hiders leap out of their spots and run for the back door.. He ignored them, torture wasn’t the priority for once; he slid over the bar counter and crouched down to sit so that he was out of sight- just in case the auror’s finally decided to spring into Hogsmeade and break up the party.
Finding the first nozzle for something alcohol and strong, he tipped his mask up and took a long drink to get the taste of smoke and ash out of his throat.. Until he heard the soft creak of the shop door swinging open again. He ducked further down, hidden from sight until he could figure out who it was.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I have 3 questions for you: 1. How exactly do you shave? 2. What's been your favorite adventure while out to sea so far? 3. What's your favorite constellation?

1. For your own safety I keep this a secret, I wouldn’t want any amateurs attempting it and burning their faces off.

2. That’s a difficult choice. While sailing around the Caribbean, Stanley and I found the Fountain of Youth. We were able to booze it up and party as 20 year olds with the college spring break crowd for one night, but the next morning we had returned to our sore, hungover senior selves. Turns out the Water of Life works more like an energy drink than a permanent elixir, with an especially bad downer afterwards. Now that we’ve both had our free samples, it won’t stop sending us pamphlets telling us to come back and purchase a 12-pack.

3. I’m quite fond of Ursa Major.

theillustriouskid  asked:

so i'm in a poetry class filled with very pretentious sounding people and all i can think of is science type major Stiles in a poetry class and he just wants it to be over so he can get his credits and get away from a very serious, soft spoken, argumentative, handsome creative writing major Derek Hale who is super into all these romantic poems. and no stiles will not be converted into a poetry lover and write sonnets about derek nope. or something like that, carrie, idk!?

[24 fics in 24 hours, #11]

Stiles takes a deep breath as he crosses the invisible border between North campus and South campus…that division between the arts and the sciences and the subsequent students who hang out there. He wonders if he’s immediately distinguishable from the rest of the humanities students, if they can sense the air of science on him and dart away, shaking their heads. 

Stiles walks past what looks like a drum circle and keeps going. He finds the classroom well enough, and unfortunately it seems to be a small class, so he won’t be able to hide into the background. 

Stiles counts two berets and a white guy with dreads. He steels himself, clutching his backpack closer. There aren’t even any desks, just pillows and cushions scattered across the room. What even. Stiles can’t believe he put off filling his humanities requirement but now he wishes he just took some writing course his freshman year instead of getting stuck in this upper div class with all the poetry nerds.

“Welcome to Poetry Across the Ages, I am Professor Reinbalt,” a willowy woman who is wearing a startling amount of jewelry.  "Please, sit.“ Copies of the syllabus are passed out, and then Reinbalt continues, "Welcome, welcome. Since we are a small class, let us go around the circle and introduce ourselves. I trust you all received last week’s email about bringing your favorite poem to share." 

What email. What poem. Stiles had been in Mexico with Scott all Spring Break, partying it up. He has no idea what is happening. 

Stiles listens, confused as one by one the students introduce themselves; like he expected, he’s the only South campus major. He doesn’t understand any of the poems they read; the one that confuses him the most is the girl who just says “so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater besides the white chickens” and the entire classroom breaks into applause. 

And then the one guy who Stiles deemed interesting— okay, maybe it’s because he’s hot— stands up, and then the world seems to melt away. His voice is steady and calm and when he begins to speak, Stiles’ only thought is that its the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,    or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:    I love you as one loves certain obscure things,    secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries    the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,    and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose    from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you,    so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,    so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

He reads slowly and confidently from what looks like a leather-bound small notebook, eyes glancing across the room every so often, and he catches Stiles eye once and Stiles swears he feels something nervous and warm and exhilarating bloom inside of him.  He finishes reading the poem, sits down, and then stands back up as an afterthought, “Oh, and I’m Derek Hale. Creative writing major.”  Stiles is so very screwed.